Sunday Virginity

Sit and wait For your violent fate. Eclipse of your sun. It will blind you all It will make you fall. Bowing down is for fun. Deep inside Your own sick mind. Relearn to live. Faulty steps. A soothing relapse. It's a crime to give To your one and only Manish holy Book of right. The bash ridden Author hidden Pages of lies. That place up there Way in nowhere. That burning Is what keeps us turning. Keep the money train rolling.

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